Below The Yellow Line

Grantley and I needed a seat belt night which is some sorta miracle in itself because her first week here she wouldn't come anywhere near me and now we are able to become 'as one'-as they say. Anyway. There's been far too much running around lately and we needed a night to sit still so we did and we watched The Biggest Loser.

Both hours.

Wow, those people do one whole lotta weeping, don't they? Maybe that's like to squeeze additional water weight out via their eyeballs or something. Anyway, yeah I turned the TV off before the Octuplet lady interview because I have a personal sort of not motto but....what's the word...resolution(?) about giving attention to criminals.

For instance, OJ Simpson's book. I saw it on the new non-fiction shelf at the library and I stared at it for a bit because the National Enquirer part of my psyche(and yes I do have one)of course wanted to read it but, uh-uh. I'm not rewarding criminals with attention from me.

Same thing for this lady. She did what she did, but I think what she did was cruel-"Here, brand new babies-how can I make for thee a more difficult start to your lives?" and so while I'm not going to picket her house, I'm also not going to spend time reinforcing the fascination factor of her coocoo for cocoa puff-ism which sounds so cranky and judgmental and that's why I had to take the night off to watch TV.

Even superheroes need a night off.